Chapter Six:
Love Bite

School the next day wasn't as difficult as I could imagine. Vexen the Mexican seemed to be eying me more than usual during the next lab tests, but I honestly didn't give a shit. Principal Xemnas was still in his dark office (as far as I know, he hasn't even left to go to the bathroom!). Everything almost seemed to be looking up...

Until I remembered detention.

It can't be that bad. I mean, the British bastard no longer attends that room, but I can't stop thinking about what's going to happen today. Especially with Mr-fucking-Axel. God I swear if he tries to talk to me; one word out of his mouth and I'm gonna fucking stab him with my pencil. And I won't regret it.

When I arrive to Mr. Valentine's classroom, he isn't there... again. I mean, Jesus, doesn't he know he's got a classroom full of fucked-up kids?

Okay, so maybe not all of them are fucked up, but I'm pretty sure I am.

Guilty as charged, heh.

I scan the room while walking towards another empty seat, not quite the same one as yesterday. Those kids who hung out with that British bastard are talking to themselves, and I think they're looking at me, but whatever. Some guy with freaky-pink hair is in the corner talking to, oh look, it's Larxene. She sees me and smirks coldly, waving a little before turning back to the pink haired guy... or girl... I roll my eyes. Weird bitch.

As I sit down, hoisting my backpack over the shoulder of the chair, I notice there's little doodles on the desk. There's all these bubble letters that read "Suckas" and little weird chibi figures laughing at each other while they die. I scoff, clearly amused. Jesus, who ever draws these are fucking awesome. Not to mention they're a great artist, but the only artist I've ever known is my mother. She loved drawing me and my dad. I think I still have one of her posters in my suitcase.

Just as I'm about to get comfy, I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, frightening the hell outta me. I let out a startled cry and look up at high speed, only to feel my heartbeat return to normal in seconds. Stupid-fucking-Axel.

"Heya, Roxas," He greets me, smirking.

"What the hell do you want?" I snap, turning my back to him. With nothing to do, I begin to study the little artsy drawings.

…

Can't he remove his damn hand from my shoulder? It'd be much appreciated if he did.

"You know, Roxas, you're sitting in my seat," He whispers in my hear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I mentally slap myself for letting him even get close to me, but what the hell... I can't move...

Of course, I don't give him the satisfaction of an answer, so he chuckles and I can practically feel his teeth tugging playfully at my ear. My heartbeat is beating faster and for some reason, I can't turn around and slap the fuck outta him. Why can't I? Goddamn it, I want to slap him!

Sensing my hostility, the redhead laughs quietly and leans down, and- oh, ew! My face turns red, feeling his tongue press against my neck. Then the blood in my face travels down to my crotch. Ugh, Jesus, you've gotta be kidding me...

"W-What the fuck are you doing?" I meant to make it sound harsh, but instead it came out like a fucking shaky whisper. He doesn't answer, but instead stands up straight and sits in the middle of the classroom like nothing happened.

...What the fu-fuck?

At that moment, Mr. Valentine comes through the door with a look of fucking hatred. That kind of look that says, "Nobody fucking move!". I could honestly care less if his dramatic entries are evil, but I do care that it's me he's glaring at. I glare right back, and we both hold eyes until finally his eyes travel to all the other students before sitting down in his desk.

Right where he can see me perfectly.

Oh look, he's staring at me. Again. I swear I'm gonna fucking stab myself if he doesn't stop staring at me like I'm supposed to give him a show or something.

A sigh escapes my lips. I can still feel the throbbing in my erection, which isn't quite helping, mind you. I take a small glance over at Axel, and he's just smirking at me – I guess he doesn't have to worry about being caught. I silently glare at him and try to wait out this hell.

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Has an hour passed yet? Goddamn it, I'm gonna fucking die in two minutes if I can't get the hell out of this classroom!

Okay, excuse the language, but it isn't my fucking fault I've been stared at for forty-five minutes by Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber.

"Detention is dismissed," I hear Mr. Valentine finally say. Almost every student (including me) bolt up and head straight towards the door. I practically shove kids outta my way just to get to the door. And finally, in the hallways with kids spewing out of the door, I can finally breathe.

Finally...

I take a look around. Some students are going to the bathroom together, some of them look like couples, while others are racing back to to their dorm rooms. As for me, I'm not sure. The throbbing in my length dulled, but I can't say it's completely gone. That'd be lying, and lying is bad.

Pfft, whatever. When I get back to the dorm, I am so taking a cold shower.

Ten minutes later and I'm shoved into the wall in the middle of an isolated hallway. No doors on this floor. I honestly don't understand why they leave a whole floor empty, with nothing but a majorly pissed off students probably cursing the heavens as to why there's a fucking floor with no rooms whatsoever. Wait, what? Oh, right, me being pinned on the wall. Right... My glare meets perfect, lucid green eyes.

"What the fuck do you want?" I snarl at the redhead, but he smirks teasingly, his fingers fingering the side of my pants. I didn't stop him. To tell you the truth, I don't know why. But that throbbing is coming back. And rather quickly, mind you.

"Roxas," He purrs. I can't resist the shiver running down my spine when he says my name like that. God... Goddamn it... he's seducing me... shit... I need to get away from him... but...

While I fight internally in my mind, he leans closer to my body, his lips brushing against mine, but not exactly kissing me. A tease. I shoot daggers at him, slowly coming back to reality and begin struggling against him.

"You're gonna fight this?" He purrs on my lips, his breath tickling and making my lips twitch in want.

"Yes I am," I snap, struggling even more. My efforts are pointless though. It's like he's made of fucking iron steel. Or maybe he's like a big boulder – a sexy boulder at that-

Oh, ew, what the fuck? Not twenty-four hours ago I hated his guts, and now I'm flattering him in my head? I must still be exhausted from yesterday's encounter with the Brit. Axel should not be seducing me. I'm supposed to be impossible when it comes to dating. Even my mom said that! And I agree with every word – I may be gay, but I haven't been a relationship since-

My eyes widen as his lips press against mine, his hands trailing up my body; feeling every curve (not like I have many, but still). His hands stop at my arms, and for a moment I think he's gonna pull away, but instead I let out a cry of surprise while he hoists me up, supporting both of our weights before I feel my back slam against the wall.

"Argh- shit!" I yelp, kicking my feet against the wall. He presses me harder into the wall, and I realize I'm a little taller than him now. Just a little. And I also realize I'm helpless. Unless I can get him to put me down, I can't fucking run. I can't escape. Fuck...

"Just relax and let me do all the work," He whispers, removing his lips from mine and pressing them against my neck. I shiver and for a moment, I'm not sure what to do...

And then it hits me. The redheaded bastard that I hate is trying to rape me in a weak state I'm somewhat lost in. He's taking advantage of me! I oughta... I oughta...

Ah! I blink, returning back to reality yet again as he bites hard on my pulse, and then sucking. I resist letting out a moan at the love bite he's in the process of creating. But he's not gonna get off with this so easy! I begin struggling again, trying to angle myself so my foot can go up his ass. Or maybe I shove him away, but he's too strong.

Finally I feel the pressure disappear and I fall on my ass, a loud whimper exiting my throat. I look up to see Axel smirking at me.

"You're fun. We'll have to do this more often," He says and walks off like nothing fucking happened. My eyes narrow and I touch my throat, only to feel the mark he left. And it's fucking huge.

Goddamn it...

Sorry that it's so short. D; I couldn't think of anything else to write for this chapter, and it seemed pretty much closed so I couldn't write anymore, so I decided to try and write more details in the beginning. Yeah... it's 12:30AM :D I am so fucking tired, not to mention I've got a mind-splitting headache, so I leave you guys to my writings! Please review~

Oh, right, disclaimer: I don't own anything that involves Kingdom Hearts...

Except for this story. It's MINE.